Every evening, as the sun begins to set, I walk by the farm to see a friend.
As always, she’s in the distance. Waiting. Watching. But never coming close.
Today’s different. She approaches; her mane moves with the breeze. This is the closest she’s ever been.
Her eyes dive into mine. Her breaths urgent. She knows.
And I want her to know everything.
Everything.
Her nostrils flare as she breathes in the things I’ve done.
I must go, but I’ll come back tomorrow. Give her more of my secrets. Then maybe, just maybe, she’ll know everything and set me free.
Note: I am doing a personal challenge to grow consistent in my writing. So, starting today, I am committing to writing 100 stories in 100 days only using 100 words (or less). Though this is my personal challenge, I extend it to you as well. See if you can write 100-word stories for 100 days. If you participate, tag me so I can read. Have fun! I know I will.
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